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writingsbychlo · 1 year

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I love you and this game sm

Oooh how about phantom 👀

I love YOU!! also, this was gonna be funnier at the time but I was feeling angsty tonight, and I also remembered that I fucking hate pranks/practical jokes, and I wrote it the way I would react tbh. lol. anyways, enjoy y'all

A scream tore from your lips, your heart rate racing up a notch to the point of almost uncomfortable gasping as you clutched at your chest. There it was, again, the flickering of the faelights, the whispering in your ears, the touches that made you spin and spin until you were dizzy.

You were going insane.

Or, you had been. But there was only one explanation for it. You’d always been one to believe in the afterlife, that souls were never really gone, only changed. It came with being a healer, you suspected; knowing the energy that flowed through a person, feeling it under your palms. How could you believe it was truly ever just gone?

That had to be what this was. A ghost, a phantom, a spirit. Someone you hadn't been able to save, here to take away your time because you hadn't been able to give any more. Briefly, you wondered who. If you’d know them. If you’d recognise their face and their name, remember what had happened, or whether they were just another face in the endless sea of people you’d failed during the wars.

Your bottom lip wobbled, the lights flickering again as your throat stung and your eyes began to water. Slipping shut for only a second, you resigned yourself to it, found comfort in them, knowing that maybe they weren’t here to hurt you. Surely, they’d have done that by now? Maybe they were just reaching out, tethered to you somehow, having died under your hands, your touch the last they ever felt.

Maybe it wasn’t malicious at all, and you were overreacting. With a steadying breath, you cracked your eyes back open, blinking away tears and turning towards the window, to look out at today’s drizzling grey clouds, and catching sight of your reflection.

And that’s when you saw it.

The flash of a shadow behind you, barely there, a playful little whisper in the form of a hand, melting away back into the shadows of the floor so fast that had you blinked, you’d have missed it. Had you tried to turn to spot it, it’d have been gone. But you knew that shadow, knew the playful flick of its tail, the fluttery shape, the swirling.

That was one of your mate’s shadows. Azriel.

A huff of angry breath left your lips, brows pulling taut as both relief and slight sadness washed over you, a confusing mix of feelings that you weren’t really being haunted but still felt lonely and vulnerable, and he was to blame.

Your feet were carrying you before you even knew it, tracking him across the House of Wind without even having to touch that bond, just following the deep-bellied laughter of him and Cassian. Any other day, you’d have smiled at that sound found comfort in it and wondered what the joke was.

Turns out, it was you.

“Asshole!” You yelled as you rounded the corner, seeing the pair sat before the fireplace, and at your yell, their laughter only increased. You picked up the first thing within reach, Azriel’s sketchbook, and hurled it at the back of his chair, letting it clatter to the floor as they both stood up.

“Well, well, well. Look who finally caught on!” Cassian snickered, and Azriel elbowed him, not bothering to stop his own laughter as mirth shone in his eyes, and he didn’t bother hiding his amusement.

“You’re a jerk! You’re both jerks!” You yelled, reaching for another item, blindly picking up a book from Nesta’s pile. Your arm reared back, both males’ wings flexing as they prepared for your blow, but it was never allowed. Instead, the book was snatched from your hand, and Nesta tutted, placing it back on the pile neatly.

“Why are you throwing my books at our mates, and why are you yelling?”

“Because they’re assholes!” Your chest heaved, brows pulling tighter again, and while Azriel’s laughter finally began to settle as he walked over to you, only chuckling now, Cassian was only increasing. He had his head between his knees, bent in half with laughter that shook his whole body. “They’ve been driving me to the brink of insanity for fun!”

“It was a practical joke, and a fucking hilarious one! It's not our fault you’re gullible as fuck!” He defended himself, and Azriel cooed, reaching out to place his hands on your hips, and you were quick to bat them away. That only seemed to amuse him more.

“Aww, c’mon, baby. It was funny!”

“It was not!” You seethed, turning to glare at him, hoping the wobble in your lip didn’t show. He only pouted at you, clearly still believing your reaction to be an over-exaggeration.

“What exactly did they do?” Nesta pressed.

“We… we…” Cassian wheezed between words, slapping at his knees again, and you crossed your arms over your chest. Azriel dipped down, lips puckering to press a kiss to your head, and you swerved away from him, eyes narrowing on him as he grinned playfully. “We made her think there was a ghost!”

He burst out laughing all over again, Nesta’s gaze flicking from her mate, to yours, who only shrugged and chuckled some more. Finally, her gaze settled on you, eyes narrowing slightly. Lifting a hand, she settled it on your arm, her lips pursing a little. “You mean, the healer, who openly believes in the afterlife and the continuation of one’s soul, you made her believe that a spirit was coming to get her?”

You offered Nesta a tentative smile, heart-rate finally calming down. At least one person got it. Cassian didn’t, he braced himself on the back of his chair as his knees shook from laughing.

“You’re truly upset about this?” Azriel finally said, a tilt of a smile on his lips, but his brows pulled in a little bit.

Nesta scoffed.

“I thought—” The words froze in your throat, you felt vulnerable saying them out loud now, especially with the pitying way Nesta was looking at you, and the way Cassian was still laughing.

“Cassian!” Nesta snapped, his laughter quickly falling short at the tone of his mate’s voice, but it didn’t mean you couldn't still see it in his eyes. You’d have to do something about that.

“You thought…” Azriel pressed, finally being allowed to touch you as he settled a hand on your arm, swiping his thumb comfortingly, at last realising that perhaps he’d fucked up a little bit. You get it, it was a joke. Perhaps, just not a joke very well thought through for someone of your beliefs. For Rhys, it would likely have been hilarious.

“I thought,” You growled, eyes finding Cassian as you pulled your arm back. “That maybe it was the thing at the bottom of the library, that perhaps it had gotten out again.”

Your hissed threat was enough to make the last humour in the war lord’s eyes sputter out, widening in shock instead. “That’s not funny! Did you really think that? Do you think that can happen?”

“Oh, she doesn’t just think it. It’s only a matter of time.” Nesta clicked her tongue, Cassian paling a little further, and she crossed her own arms. “We lost another floor in the library last month. It’s growing, louder now too. Sometimes, we can tell it’s angry, and we don’t go on any of the floors above it. It’s climbing out again.”

“That’s not funny, Nes, are you serious? We have to get out.”

Your eyes rolled, but you felt a little better. At least you had gotten your revenge on Cassian.

Azriel, however, was going to have to stew in it for a little bit. He leaned down, moving slowly to leave a kiss on your cheek, and when you pulled away once more, he whined, hands shooting out to catch you, and failing miserably as you evaded him. “Nuh-uh, Az. You made this bed, now sleep in it. Or, better, the couch. You and your right hand can have fun out here for a while. I’ve got my phantoms to keep me company now, obviously.”

“My love…”

“Let’s go, Nes!”

#q.

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spikezonebby · 10 months

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SS would ABSOLUTELY bottom for them.

In my headcanon and AU I got with a friend him and KO switch occasionally but I can clearly see him needing to be the bottom.

He needs to know he is in control and having the role as a bottom gives him that.

Also KO being a reformatted Seerker?! Yes please! I havent thought about that at all!!

He would know where to Touch SS wings and tell BD about it in secret to catch Starscream off guard when he is in the medibay.

BD is such a softy, I can see him be absolutely thrilled about the idea of having two Husbands to pamper, after all that big guy has the Spark to do so!

He may die in the Show but for ever will live on in our heart and AUs <3

I also love to think about ways SS passt KO and BD back. Be it small Gifts or small public displays of affection like thanking them silently, showing a smile, almost unnoticeable touches to the servos, shoulder or hip since SS does not want to show any sign of weakness.

I haven't read the novels yet but I am very interested in reading them. Especially since I miss TC and SW

Oh I can totally see SS's primary love language being gift giving! He can't ever do it directly though, or if he does, it's slapping it in KO or BD's servo and then carrying on. BD gets energon goodies and rust sticks, small tasty luxuries that are hard to find or make during the war. Ironically KO is easier to get gifts for because they're things that SS actually would like himself. Waxes and touch up paint, sometimes pretty glitter metal fleck paint or even UV paint that might have been used on Vos. KO and SS basically preening each other is essentially foreplay to a Seeker so they both pick up on that right away, but SS wimps out and escapes before it turns into anything deeper lmao

Please picture SS making an embarrassing emergency escape from the infirmary. He's more cleaned up and pretty all properly buffed out and waxed than he's been in millennia, but also so MORTIFIED and more painfully aroused than he's been in just enough time. I don't know if it's funnier if he DOESN'T know KO was a seeker, or funnier that he DOES know but he's that deep in denial that he just thinks he was being overly friendly.

Tiny, tiny shows of affection go a huge ways for SS too, and that's actually the one that gets Breakdown to realize "oh, holy slag, Screamer likes me too" because he doesn't pick up on the wing gestures and body language that KO can.

I suppose I should tag Spoilers for the TF Aligned Novels here so I'll put the rest of this under a cut. I'll also develop how I see this affecting Starscream below here too.

TC and SW meet an unfortunate end up the novels. If memory serves I think SW was eaten by a Sharkticon but I don't remember what exactly happened to TC. I remember though that it was SS's fault largely because he'd gotten in a sort of one sided pissing contest with SW because SW had started catching Megatron's attention more than him. So, SS had tried to sabotage him during a mission which ended up costing him his life.

I interpret this as younger SS once being far more impulsive and currently living with a lot of guilt over it that he honestly just can't bring himself to put to the forefront of his mind. He got his trine killed because of petty reasons, and YES that makes him a horrible person. He can't deny that his misses them, but also he's been putting layer upon layer upon layer of blockades over top of the feeling because processing it NOW won't do him any favors.

Depending on your interpretation of trines and trinemates, this can be various levels of devastating for Starscream. Maybe trines are just allies to keep your aft out of trouble, just allies in arms. Or maybe trines are in a league of their own as a queer poly relationship that was supposed to have echoes of growth for everyone involved for the rest of their lives. Maybe Star got two random smucks killed, maybe he killed his soulmates.

That's not something you can just shrug off, no matter how hard you might try. We've seen Starscream do some ruthless things but he didn't start off that way. He became that person through choices he's made and the affect it's had on him.

#transformers #tfp knockout #tfp breakdown #tfp starscream #transformers prime #transformers headcanon #Spoilers for tf aligned novels #kobdss

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angstigone · 1 month

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coming in to ask sofa, morning sun and.... shooting star and film!

(alrightie, thank you sweetie)

(also small disclaimer, I do use ocs, but they are all self-inserts, basically of me with different wings and contact lenses, my brain just works better in ocs matter).

aki hayakawa x naoko chisaka:

sofa ⭑ when did you move in together?

they have been living together for a year since the anime start; naoko moved in when she was twenty-three with aki and it wasn't anything fancy truly, just as it'd be her last year of university and she had enough of living on campus, aki suggested for her to move in.

morning sun ⭑ how are the chores split in your household?

they both have very busy schedules, although naoko does spend more time at home due to having finished her lessons and just having to give a few exams + thesis and studying.

generally, they stick to what they are good at: naoko enjoys ordering and hence she's often the one folding laundry, cleaning dishes and doing groceries. aki, instead, enjoying cooking is the one in charge for meals.

they both usually do all the other stuff together based on their own schedules.

(in general chores aren't a sore spot with neither as they are also pretty tidy people).

shooting star ⭑ what does a date with the two of you look like?

alrightie, naoko enjoys going out. nothing fancy as she's an introvert at art but she definitely enjoys discovering new holes-in-the-wall restaurants and do some experiences (things such as pottery classes or dish making classes are definitely on the list). it's an excuse to dress fancy and look cute.

aki on the other side, I feel like enjoys the normalcy of the whole date as in he isn't this scrawny devil hunter with an haunted past, but just a guy out on a date with his lovely partner.

film ⭑ what’s your favorite movie? what’s theirs?

naoko's is «dirty dancing» (she has an uneahtlhy obsession with it and definitely showed it to denji to explain to him the peak of romance to which denji went 'should I tell mrs. makima that nobody puts her in a corner?' and naoko feared for her life).

«my neighbor totoro» for aki, although I think he discovered it rather recently and he did shed a few tears at the whole family storyline although he won't admit except to specific people (naoko, who was there and cradled him in her arms).

gojo satorou x yoshino haibara:

sofa ⭑ when did you move in together?

they do not technically live together, per se. as their marriage is one of convenience, yoshino lives more often with tsumiki and megumi than with gojo although he does have specific chambers for them.

I do feel like she'd move more stably there after the loss of tsumiki as she felt like she didn't want to overcome megumi with her own grief and in general enjoyed the support of gojo (this would happen I think when she's around 26 and gojo 28).

morning sun ⭑ how are the chores split in your household?

chores? what chores?

ngl gojo doesn't do many chores in his own household and although he'd drop to see the fushiguro siblings, he is more likely to send over stuff which is needed at yoshino's request.

although I headcanon yoshino as being completely autonomous in daily tasks, as she's a busy woman she's often not taking care of the household, especially upon moving with gojo.

shooting star ⭑ what does a date with the two of you look like?

this would often entail a good and natural shittalking session about the elders; they are both busy people - again - and the few time spent together is usually either at home or jujutsu high, talking calmly with one another.

an insane amount of snacks might be also brought in the mix just on gojo's bad influence.

although I do think that the closest to a romantic date, it's when yoshino drives gojo around with her bike and stop by to some place for breakfast. he doesn't agree often as he doesn't enjoy riding but it's honestly much funnier than he is willing to admit.

(also feels like yoshino is safer because of infinity, when they are riding together).

film ⭑ what’s your favorite movie? what’s theirs?

yoshino is a sucker for a good regency period romance; she grew with them a bit too much and as somebody who has trouble hearing (she's partially deaf), the focus on details and body language to her is very interesting and insightful. definitely the type to whip out «pride and prejudice» (2005) at any minor inconvenience.

this is totally silly but «stand with me» for gojo; it feels like a 'feel-good' movie somehow and he does relate a whole lot to the message of the movie. I think he watched it while on TV when he stayed over at the fushiguro household and he did have to excuse himself to the bathroom at the end of it.

jean havoc x merryn carabine:

sofa ⭑ when did you move in together?

after the end of the anime, doctor carabine stayed in xing for three years on a study retreat; as of right now I am unsure about whether they were together or not at this time, but I think that once merryn does come back they'd definitely move in quite quickly, like at the start of their 30s.

morning sun ⭑ how are the chores split in your household?

jean is about to become an househusband because I say so.

but aside the jokes, merryn is a doctor so her schedule is oftentimes all over the place although she isn't in the military anymore; this means that she often tries to pick up the slack through her free time either on her days off or the time she comes back from the hospital.

jean, in all truth, knows how to be autonomous as a soldier, so he's alright with keeping himself tidy and clear and with time I do believe that he'd learn to pick up merryn's slack (which he doesn't mind), in a secret deal mong them.

shooting star ⭑ what does a date with the two of you look like?

oftentimes they involve mostly catch up with the rest of the squad, either going out drinking or dining together (especially with roy, thirdwheeling the two).

definitely the types to do 'unprompted' library dates as in merryn needed some stuff for her researches and jean tagged along to bother her and complain, albeit she wouldn't change him for the whole world.

any selfship questions?

#themultifandomnerd #angsti rambles #thank you sweetie #have a lovely day!#ask #ask answered #ask game #ask games #also I snaked in a few ships #I didn't just add murasaki x sukuna because I felt like the questions would have gotten some weird answers

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takami-takami · 1 year

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hii i wanted to share this before but i didnt wanna spam ur notification s so i was gonna send some other time but incase ur having a bad day heres just this lol sorry its long-

i know its only may but im exploding at the thought of christmas with keigo..

imagine he buys u matching coffee cups, matching slippers, ugly cute itchy sweaters, fixing the christmas tree that fell down while the guests were over, singing christmas songs, making the most cheesy jokes and then quickly looking at each other to see each other's reaction "what do you call santa when he stops moving? santa pause" ........

music always playing in the background, dressing up as santa, shopping together buying heart necklaces that have photos of each other & trinkets, building a snowman together doing everything together during his free time.. then later you make snow angels lying on the floor and he gets up and he has a bunch of snow in his feathers and he sneezes and they all puff up and ruffle and he gets slightly embarrassed but he doesnt mind because he's with you<33 maybe he gets a cold and starts being stubborn acts like he isnt sick but also secretly enjoys being taken care of- christmas with him would be so wholesome and just taking many many pictures together healing his inner child spending his first christmas with the person he loves.. his first love.. his forever love,, watching movies or media about christmas that you love but he never got to experience before, buying you a million gifts "everything and anything" i have so many more thoughts of just keigo like being adorable during christmas/winter like you stitch up his jacket but dont have strings thingies of the same color so you make a little rose on the inside or he notices you get cold and gives his jacket to you or wraps you like a burrito.. and u just smile at him and fall asleep knowing ur so safe in his arms :(

summer with keigo is even funnier

dropping icecreams while laughing , he flaps his wings to help you cool down like a giant fan would probably even feed you grapes, going to the beach ALSO MAKING SNOW ANGELS in the sand (snow but sand man? lol shells for eyes) lol he'd be pissed if you got a water gun and sprayed him like "u pigeon.." OR EVEN GETTING HIM ONE TOO AND SPRAYING ENDEAVOR.. he would absolutely think about these moments and zone out during work smiling like an idiot maybe im just rambling at this point but spending seasons with keigo and showing him how fun and beautiful life can be outside of just paper work and working over time would make his heart start crying .. he'd maybe shed a tear but like happy tears yk? he just loves u and loves how u show him the world..

enjoy fluffy thoughts

dying rn

AGAHHHHHGHGGGHHHHGG G THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTE AGGGHHHGHHHH

#thank you for this i dont even have words im just drowning in fluff rn #stapling this to my fucking wall #💌 asks

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jvstheworld · 1 year

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The Buffy Re-watch: S2E20 (part 2)

Go Fish

Human remains? You mean a Slitheen skin suit right?

The high cholesterol joke is funny, and made me want spicy BBQ chicken wings when I watched this episode.

The coach just lurking in the locker room because he can.

Cam deserved his injuries, and I'd laugh at him too. Fucking dumbass.

Fish monster. It's a tall fish monster. I feel like I should make another Doctor Who reference.

Oh shit, I forgot about about Wiow interrogating Jonathan in this episode. Yay, Jonathan isn't evil yet, but eww to peeing in the pool. Don't do that.

Swim tryouts gives Xander an idea.

Buffy is not the most discrete spy. Kind of like Sterling Archer and James Bond kind of bad, not Ethan Hunt good.

Angelus makes his obligatory appearance, and he's recruiting. Too bad Gage's blood tastes bad, but does make things very sus.

Awwww, Gage wants protecting now, he's like a puppy.

Where did Buffy and Willow get popcorn from?

Cordelia is happy to be dating a jock, too bad it's Xander.

How did Xander make it on to the swim team with a bad dive like that, it was practically a belly flop?

Buffy, since the almost assault and run in with Snyder and the Coach, has been wearing more 'modest' clothing.

The swim team are the monsters. I respect the use of practical effects for Gage's transformation.

The coach doesn't know that his star swimmers are taking drugs, I call bullshit on that. I can because I've watched the episode, but still, the man is sketchy a hell.

And then the Nurse proves me right by knowing all about it too and wanting the coach to back off from it a bit. Mixing it in with the steam in the steam room.

Willow is getting way too into interrogating people.

Seriously, Soviet Union experiments? Is this a type of creepypasta? And a high school coach managed to make it work, sort of?

Cordy's heartfelt speech is cute, made funnier by Xander appearing next to her.

Why is Buffy getting so many threats of SA this episode? First Cam and then the coach suggesting it with the 3 turned fish monsters.

Why is is mostly Xander that comes to help rescue Buffy? And how is he that strong that he can lift Buffy out of the sewer with one arm while she is being pulled down by the fish monsters? I get that crazy stuff can happen with adrenaline and steroids but Xander wasn't that physically strong before hand.

It's all over, the coach is dead, the rest of the swim team is getting treatments to reverse the drugs, and the fish boys are happy in the ocean.

#buffy the vampire slayer #buffy summers #willow rosenberg #xander harris #cordelia chase #btvs s2 #buffy rewatch #tv show thoughts

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multifandoms27-blog · 2 years

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Teasing | Hawks x F!Reader

Content: Female reader. Also, it constantly switches between 2nd and 3rd POV for reader.

Warnings: Some profanity.

Notes: I love this man.

Edit 2/27/22: Guys btw, I can take requests. My rules are on the Grand Masterlist. Absolutely DM me if you have any questions about the rules. Thank you <3

~*~*~*

Keigo almost never took anything seriously. That bastard would find any opening to make a joke and exploit the hell out of it. (Y/n)'s mornings are filled with constant jokes from him.

(Y/n)'s spreading butter on her toast when Keigo reaches over and grabs the box with other butter sticks in it. "Spread...? Spread her, I hardly know her!"

Keigo then gives you a stupid ass, wide grin, his finger pointing to spread on the box. The grin was funnier than the joke, allowing you to let a chuckle fall from your lips.

"Hah! First laugh of the day." Keigo bent down and puckered his lips.

"Yeah the look on your face was funny, not the joke, Kei."

Keigo hummed. "Still made you laugh, so..."

(Y/n) rolled her eyes and kissed him. "Fine. Guess you earned it."

Still spreading the butter, Keigo leans over and whispers in her ear, "Oh yeah, spread it. Spread the-"

Keigo laughs when (Y/n) whips around and gives him a playful smack on the arm.

"Keigo, I want breakfast! Cut it out." (Y/n) pouted.

"I'm just teasing, songbird." Keigo chuckles and wraps his arms around her from behind.

"Yeah yeah, that's all you do." (Y/n) sighed.

Keigo hummed. "Maybe. But, you love it."

"Sure." (Y/n) put the butter away and took a bite out of the toast.

~*~*~*

Or, at the mall, you're looking around for whatever, and Keigo gets bored. Looking around while you look at items and clothing, Keigo spotted a hoodie with something on it. Snickering, he took (Y/n)'s hand and pointed to it.

"There you go, (Y/n). That's for you."

(Y/n) followed his line of sight and saw a Virginity Rocks hoodie. She glared at it then glared at him. "You'll need that for tonight."

As she walked away, Keigo fumbled with his words. "Wait, wait! I didn't mean it! Come back! Babe!"

~*~*~*

Or when you're watching a show and Keigo decides to come in and bother you. He lays across your lap and watches with you, promising to stay quiet. Your fingers scratching his scalp slightly. His wings shiver as you scratch a certain spot.

The show you were watching happened to be in a different language that neither of you knew, so both of you paid more attention to the subtitles rather than the imagery of the show.

Keigo was doing good with being quiet, until one of the characters said someting that sounded raunchy. The bird man shot up. "Did he just say peepee?"

"Oh my God, Keigo, no."

"Yes he did! Rewind it!" He got up and stood impossibly close to the TV.

Sighing, (Y/n) rewinded the show. Keigo listened closely until the character said it again. He jumped back and laughed, (Y/n) less than amused. She paused the show to let her boyfriend get it out.

"Oh my God! He- he said-" Keigo let out a wheeze.

"Yes, yes, I heard him." (Y/n) let a small smile slip at his laughing.

"How are you not laughing?" Keigo looked to her.

The longer (Y/n) looked at him, the more she felt compelled to laugh. She chuckled, which triggered Keigo to wiggle closer and latch on to her. It made (Y/n)'s chuckle evolve into a laugh. Soon, each other's laughs became the joke instead of the character.

Yeah, Keigo never takes anything seriously. But if anything, you do love that about him.

(Y/n) kisses his cheek. "I love you, Kei. You and your jokes."

Keigo then sports a huge grin and kissed her on the lips. "I love you too, my little hummingbird."

#keigo x reader #keigo x y/n #bnha keigo #hawks x you #wing hero hawks #mha hawks #bnha hawks #hawks x reader #bnha x reader #takami keigo #keigo takami

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milflewis · 2 years

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sebchal + gold

lol i am sorry it took so long. wasn’t able to write for ages so only going through these prompts now. anyway here’s 2k of medieval sebchal dancing around each other for you !! hope you like it bestie

“May I ask what exactly are you doing, Your Highness?”

Fuck.

Charles knocks his head against the stone arch as he startles, flailing around, cheeks hot. He swears out loud when he sees Pierre behind him and not Lord Mattia.

“You’ve gotten way too good at his voice,” Charles says.

Pierre is laughing as he steps up beside him, dark blue tunic broad across his shoulders. There’s a faint pink scratch along his jaw. Pierre refuses to let anyone else but himself shave his beard. The dirt from the war, Charles has found, has clung to people differently.

He looks good though, eyes bright, face unshadowed and clean, hair falling into his forehead. His ring burns bronze in the sun as he rubs his fingers against his mouth, peering over the low balcony wall.

“Ah,” he says, a little smug. “I see.”

Charles elbows him in the ribs as Pierre laughs again. “I was admiring your husband,” Charles says, turning back to the training ground below them.

Pierre hums as they watch Yuki grin down at Alex who’s lying flat at his feet, legs sprawled, sword fallen off to the side. Yuki laughs, jumping a little when Alex tries to kick his feet out from under him, and Charles watches Pierre’s face soften from the corner of his eye.

“Understandable,” Pierre says quietly. “He’s very admirable.”

He smiles and there’s something sharp in his eyes that reminds Charles of when they were younger and the kingdom was smaller and Pierre used to shove Charles into Alex during dances because he knew Charles had a crush on the older boy and thought he was a lot funnier than he actually was.

“Speaking of admirable,” Pierre nods to the training ring just below them, right where Charles was definitely not looking earlier.

Ser Lewis Hamilton is laughing as he pulls off his helmet, curls damp with sweat and wild around his face, and throws it to one side. He spins his axe in small tight circles, metal glinting liquid and bright in the low morning sun. Charles recognises it to be Ser Valtteri’s, though the other knight is nowhere to be seen. Lewis’s own famous broadsword is leaning up against the table where the rest of their armour is strewn around.

Lewis is now down to just his right vambrace.

“What are they doing?” Pierre asks, eyes tracing the width of Lewis’s shoulders. Charles rolls his eyes, typical.

“A training game, I think. If one of them hits a body part, the other one has to lose the armour they’re wearing there and then if they get hit there again, they can no longer use the limb.”

Pierre chews the inside of his cheek for a moment, trying not to smile. It only makes his dimples press in deeper.

“That’s not what they normally wear,” he says and Charles grins.

He watches as Lord Sebastian Vettel points his sword at Lewis’s chest, giving him a half salute with it and a wink. He had taken off his tunic when he removed his breastplate earlier. His undershirt is dark with sweat and clings to the curve of his arms.

“No, it’s not.”

Their usual armour of dark grey steel and brown leather is nowhere to be seen. Instead, they’ve chosen to wear their golden ceremonial armour; winged helmets, heavy vambraces and metal boots. No one can spend more than five minutes in this castle when there are celebrations on and not hear Sebastian petitioning to King Michael on why exactly he shouldn’t have to wear the absolute ridiculous costume that Lord Wolff insists on them wearing and how could they defend Your Majesty if something happened when they could barely walk under all the extra metal and ornaments and it’s a waste, Sire, it should be given to the poor and even what Lewis wears on his days off is less ostentatious than this.

Lewis stands beside him, face solemn and serious, and says, like he’s announcing that they lost the northern flank and will have to retreat, that he, regretfully, cannot find his armour. He had the audacity to say, one year, that he fears his horse, Roscoe, may have ran off with it and that he’s not sure where he must have put it because Lewis had checked his stables and hadn’t been able to find it. Charles had nearly had to leave the hall as he tried not to laugh at the look on Michael’s face. Valtteri doesn’t even bother to come up with an excuse when he turns up, not wearing it.

Lewis seems to have had no trouble finding it now and neither of them appear at all slowed down by it.

Sebastian grins at him, flicking his hair from his face, down to two vambraces.

They watch as Sebastian attacks, slicing at Lewis’s gut before twisting his hand and arching the blade up. Lewis parries with the hilt of his long-axe and grins, slamming his forehead into Sebastian’s face, who curses. Sebastian stumbles, barely half a step backwards, but it’s enough space for Lewis to kick him in the chest. He follows him close, knocking his sword away. It all happens to quickly that Charles barely has time to blink.

Lewis presses the blade of his axe gently against Sebastian’s throat with one hand as he reaches for the knife at his waist and pulls it out. He taps the blade on Sebastian’s two vambraces as Sebastian glares at him.

“You already won, Hamilton,” Sebastian scowls, pushing the axe away with a careless hand. “There was no need to take my vambraces too.”

Lewis laughs, following him to the table where they left the rest of their armour. “Oh, but there was.” He bumps his shoulder into Sebastian’s. “It was funny. And aren’t you always telling me that I should laugh more?”

Sebastian grimaces, eyes light, and runs a hand though his hair.

“Since when have you ever listened to me?” He scrambles to hold up a hand, nearly hitting Lewis in the face. “And don’t say Baku. I explicitly told you not to talk to that man and—”

Lewis scoffs, “You fucking did not. You said to talk to him, that he had been watching me all night, and that he was a knight, not a bloody king.”

“How was I supposed to know that you were going to tell him that you heard a knight is always as hard as his armour and if you could check if the rumours are true?”

Charles chokes on nothing as Pierre starts giggling beside him.

Lewis shoves him and Sebastian laughs, something catching in Charles’s chest at the sound. “I was drunk, you bastard.”

“I still can’t believe that line worked. Though, King Jenson isn’t exactly the classiest of people.”

Lewis makes a noise in the back of his throat, half incredulous, “What has the world come to when Lord Sebastian Vettel is commentating on the lack of classiness a person has.”

Sebastian shrugs, the movement easy and rolling, and grins, his smile clumsy and wide on his face.

“What can I say, I am a pillar of virtue.”

Lewis laughs, eyes crinkling, Sebastian’s smile growing wider at the sight of it.

“Well,” Pierre says, voice pitched low, already smirking. Charles braces himself for whatever he is about to say. “I don’t think that is the kind of strip show you have been wanting Lord Vettel to do for you for years but I certainly enjoyed it.”

Charles coughs, and ignores his friend as Pierre cackles beside him. He slaps Pierre’s hand away when he reaches up to poke one of Charles’s flaming cheeks.

Lewis looks up, ruffling his hair, and catches Charles’s eye. Charles freezes, feeling like he’s caught doing something wrong even though there are at least half a dozen people watching training this morning. His eyes are dark and unreadable like they often are but then after a moment, he grins at him, nodding a little. Charles swallows back the heat of embarrassment at the weight of knowing in Lewis’s eyes and returns his nod.

Lewis reaches for one of the waterskins on the ground beside Sebastian, mouth moving, words too quiet for Charles to hear. Pierre laughs beside him.

Sebastian seems to still, his own waterskin halfway to his lips. Charles tries very hard to ignore how Lewis glances up at him again before saying something else that makes Sebastian’s training flushed cheeks darken even further.

Sebastian rolls his eyes, hair glowing light at the edges. Sometimes, Charles finds it difficult to look straight at him, catches himself looking a little to the left of him, at the space right above his ear.

“I nearly had you,” Charles can hear him say and his stomach sparks something hot and fizzing at the low scratch of his voice.

Lewis laughs again, pausing in taking off the last piece of his armour, a deep gold that is now dusty and scuffed, hand against his chest. “Nearly, old friend, as you very well know, is not good enough.”

Charles doesn’t miss the way Sebastian’s eyes flicker down to the long slash of a scar that circles Lewis’s throat where they tried to behead him and, like most people who try to stop the unmovable force that is Lewis Hamilton, they failed, before laughing with him.

“True,” Sebastian says, and throws the rest of his water into Lewis’s face. He tackles him at the waist while the other knight is distracted, both of them tumbling into the ground, dust and sand coughing up around them.

Pierre sighs heavily beside him. “I am a wonderful friend, I hope you know that.”

“You’re the worst,” Charles says, already dreading what Pierre’s about to do.

Pierre grins and ducks around him, too quick for Charles to catch him, and hurries down the stairs to their left. Stairs that lead to the courtyard.

Charles swears and follows him, nearly tripping over his feet. By the time he gets outside, Pierre is talking to Lewis and Sebastian, cheeks slightly pink, smile soft. The two knights are no longer wrestling on the ground, shirts dirty and untucked. The neck of Sebastian’s shirt is stretched out slightly, sweat pooling along his collarbone. Want hits Charles deep in his chest and he curls his fingers into fists, hands behind his back.

They half bow as Charles approaches them, one hand on their chests, and he awkwardly waves them off.

“Prince Charles,” Lewis says, eyes laughing, and Sebastian only smiles at him, saying nothing. “Sirs,” Charles replies, trying to not visibly react as Sebastian glances down at Charles’s chest where his shirt is open quite a bit. It’s hot, Charles wants to tell him and tries not to blush. His necklace feels heavy around his throat.

Beautiful, Sebastian had said, years ago, on Charles’s twenty-first birthday, stepping back. His fingers had been warm and feather-light where they brushed his neck as they clasped the chain together. Charles had wanted to grab them, trace their callouses, but he had only smiled, thank you, sir.

Call me Sebastian, Sebastian had laughed because Sebastian was always laughing. I couldn’t possibly, Charles had said, but thank you. Sebastian had shrugged, I’ll convince you. I’ve been told I can be quite stubborn. I’ll keep pestering you for as long as it takes. Charles had laughed, the next person holding a gift approaching, and thought, do you swear it?

Lewis leans one elbow on Sebastian’s shoulder as he takes off a boot, pouring the sand out. “I saw you watching us, Your Highness. I hope we put on a good show for you.”

He laughs as Sebastian steps on his foot.

Charles falters. “You looked very, um, your form looked very well. I mean, I —”

Why is he still talking?

“Your swordplay was very, um, precise. And, uh, experienced? I mean—”

“We know what you mean, Your Highness,” Sebastian interrupts, voice soft. “Thank you.”

Charles clears his throat. “Yes, well, you’re welcome.”

By the gods, shut up, Charles.

He cringes internally and stays focused on Sebastian’s face so he doesn’t have to look at Lewis’s who always seems to catch him looking at Sebastian during balls and meetings when he should be paying attention to everything else. He can practically feel Pierre vibrating beside him from the strain of holding in his laughter.

Charles keeps his mouth shut for the rest of the conversation, watching as Sebastian eventually drags his stare away, listening to whatever Pierre and Lewis are talking about.

He makes himself be distracted by George and Alex sparring two rings over, Yuki now gone, and not by Sebastian’s fingers playing with the strings of his shirt, the light hair on the back of his hand visible in the sun. His hands are smaller than mine, Charles thinks and despairs at himself.

Sebastian’s smile is quiet and his words are soft when he says, “Goodbye, Your Highness. Your Grace.” Lewis nods at both of them, eyes flickering from Sebastian to Charles back to Sebastian again, more brazen and bold than most would be.

Charles ignores him and he grins, saying something to Sebastian as they walk away that makes Sebastian speed up a little so Lewis has to jog to catch up.

“‘Your swordplay is experienced’. Really, petit calamardo? That’s the best you could do?”

Charles groans, dragging his hands down his face. “I am begging you to leave me alone.”

“Experienced! You just called Lord Vettel old, Charles. Old.”

#also sorry for the amount of sewis in it lol. they have been on my mind since i saw seb minding lewis’s scooter #threw in some platonic piarles for you too #might write more of this au but idk. we’ll see #sebchal #stuff i wrote #one! braincell bestie #f1 rpf fic #fic.asks #niamh.asks

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yanban-san · 2 years

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i see your 'darling finds one of demon!emmets feathers after he rushes off to go be horny (again)' and raise you; them somehow working it into their everyday outfit. like finding a way to either tuck the feather behind their ear or pin it to their shirt or just. something, anything, and emmet noticing because i mean? id be kinda surprised if he didnt, btu he notices and he's just losing his entire fucking mind over it and using every ounce of waning self restraint to not fuck you in the middle of gear station and claim you properly

I imagine reader would be wearing a cute depot agent's oufit, so they've tucked the feather into the band of their hat! Or on their name-tag-lapel thing.

Rest under cut because a lil NSFW-

The servitor depot agents, aware they are supposed to keep you from knowing anything about the true nature of your bosses, remark to you after they notice a very. special. feather. Stuck in your hat. "...That's a lovely feather you got there."

You stroke the tiny thing affectionately- It's so comforting, you know? "It is, isn't it? It feels so nice to touch, too!"

...And then when Ingo finally sees it on your hat, he's ready to murder Emmet but is also more annoyed you also aren't wearing one of his pretty feathers, or some token of his existence-

"You have feathers when you're not human?" Emmet asks him, but honestly can't remember himself- Ingo's appearance is so ephemeral and shadowy it's impossible to tell where "he" ends and the darkness around him begins.

Ingo's only reply is "We literally don't have physical bodies at all brother I can give myself feathers if darling- I mean, If I so desire."

Emmet is confused as to why his brother is talking about feathers until he goes to check on you, and-

Oh.

Dear.

You're wearing his feather!! In your hat!!!

Emmet is standing there star struck like a deerling in headlights and is vaguely aware he asks you where that feather came from-

"I found it on the floor... Oh, when was it- Oh, right after I gave you those reports from last time!"

And you stroke it-

"It's so soft, and super silky- I wonder what it came from, whatever it is has got to be super beautiful, I'd love to see it- Look at how white and pretty it is!"

Emmet just about keels over then and there- Because yes he knows exactly where that feather came from and he wants so desperately to hear you call him pretty and he is so fucking jealous of that one feather he shed right now-

He's imagining how nice it would be to envelope you, his beloved darling, in the soft embrace of all his wings and fluffy down- And far, far more- Heck, he could even just wrap you up right here in Gear Station, get rid of all these annoying people around you two, and the horny hits him hard. He's never quite realized just how- how pretty you look, face upturned towards him so sweetly, the curves of your neck, how your uniform hugs your body- He can hear your heart beating lightly within you, and the sound of your breathing- And he wants to tear that uniform off of you and just nuzzle into the source of those sweet sounds and your titties and kiss you and give you a hickie and lay you on his chest while he lazily thrusts into you, enjoying and savoring every cute little whine and moan you make from the gentleness, begging him for more and crying out his name when he finally decides you both should cum-

He's lost in daydream land, practically drooling-

When all of a sudden one of the servitor depot agents tackles you to the fuckin ground-

And Emmet is furious, ready to just obliterate this useless puppet for potentially hurting you for no reason-

And your coworker is just apologizing to you profusely while also wildly gesticulating that Emmet Sir Boss Sir YOU HAVE AN EXTRA SET OF ARMS SIR-

Emmet eventually figures out what he's referring to when he goes to lift his arms and- two sets go up instead of one, and he runs off again, cursing himself-

Even funnier if Darling finds another feather fallen from Emmet's brainrot and sticks that one in their cap as well, going “huh, weird that every time Station Master Emmet runs off I find one of these feathers. Probably nothing to be concerned about.” :)

Also Ingo's going to be acting like the jealous younger sibling now.

#Demon AU #Monster AU #Seth.anon #Seth.Asks #X Reader #Ingo would absolutely be trying to figure out how to make himself some fluffy feathers to give to darling #Darling likes fluffy things!! He wants her to wear his own feathers in her cap as well :(#Seth.emmet #Seth.Ingo #Emmet X Reader #Ingo X reader #Thank you for the ask anon <3

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absolutepokemontrash · 3 years

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MC’s half Demon, and they look AWFULLY familiar...

‘Kay guys, I got a different kind of stupid Headcanon to throw at you. Get ready!

Part 2 Lessons 1-5 Part 2.5 Group Retreat Lessons 10-12 Lessons 13-15 Part 3 Part 4

*ahem* picture if you will, it’s the day the exchange program is set to start. The student council (nix Mr. Kill All Humans, Weeb-supreme, and our Scummy Sweetheart) have assembled to welcome the new human student. All is going according to schedule, the portal opens up at eight am sharp, they hear the pitiful screams of the selected human who was not given a heads up about the whole thing, and the poor little human falls straight onto the marble floor.

There’s something a tad... off about this human don’t you think? After they’ve peeled their sorry ass off the floor they observed the assembled student council with an air of sophistication and self importance that no one expected. Their posture was perfect, their eyes sharp and calculating... they bared a striking resemblance to-

“Lucifer,” Diavolo looked to his right hand man, then back to the human. “The human kind of looks like you!”

And out popped four pitch black wings from the human’s back and two small horns out of the sides of their head, one horn was a bit bigger than the other. They even still had some of their down feathers! How cute!

((Content warning: Swearing (I have a potty mouth, forgive me), but that’s it.))

Luci-dad

So, the MC is Lucifer’s kid! Of course Mr. Prideypants immediately tries to recall exactly what little romp in the human world uh... spawned this half-human half-demon child of his. Good thing MC’s got the other parent on speed-dial.

“Please note, MC,” Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose upon hearing Asmo take even more pictures of his newly discovered hellspawn. “I was not aware of your existence, if I was I’d-”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m not upset.”

Lucifer blinked a few times in surprise. “P...pardon? You aren’t upset?”

“No, my parent told me that my father was a high ranking demon, and they bare no ill will against you. Though, I am looking forward to this whole... exchange program thing.”

Oh wow, that was easier than Lucifer thought. Damn. Well, he was a father... (let’s be real, he’s been parenting his brothers for thousands of years, and a good chunk of you sinners call him daddy)

MC is probably the most protected student at RAD, despite the fact that they have no visible security detail whatsoever. They didn’t want to be seen as... weak and pathetic.

Something about this human just... set the lesser demons on edge. Any talk of eating them was stamped out on the first day when they walked by. It’s like Lucifer himself was staring at them, daring the demons to try and bother the human. MC’s powerful presence kept them protected and feared.

...at least until dear uncle Asmo decided to do their hair one morning. All those ribbons may have looked adorable but they kind of ruined the intimidation factor.

MC loved to mess with the other students, keeping their lineage a secret for the first little while just made it so much funnier when the other demons tried to scramble out of MC’s way without looking like they were running from the ‘weak little human exchange student’.

Oh wow, what a sadist. Like father like child

Flying lessons are a must. Poor MC isn’t terribly good at controlling their wings, and their horns are still growing in so when they pop into their demon form the first thing they get is a sore skull. Ow... it sucks that Lucifer isn’t outwardly very sympathetic.

“Ow!” MC crashed face first into the grass in the backyard of the House of Lamentation. “Father! My wings are cramping! Can’t we practice this tomorrow?”

The sight of seeing his dear child crash face first into the ground had lost its hilarity after the first three times. Lucifer slowly lowered himself to the ground and crossed his arms as he stood over his incredibly grass-stained kid.

“MC, we’ve been ‘practicing this tomorrow’ for the past month. If you want to learn to fly you’re going to have to actually manage to stay in the air for more than three minutes.”

MC shot Lucifer a withering glare that only preteens were capable of, Lucifer matched it with his own much more sophisticated glare.

“You’ve been flying for over a thousand years! Don’t you have any tips that can actually help other than ‘don’t panic, you’ll look ridiculous’?”

Lucifer dragged a gloved hand down his face and looked around, the two were alone as far as he could see.

“MC,” Lucifer began. “When I was a young angel, I needed to learn how to fly with someone else.”

MC perked up. “Who?”

“Michael. The smug bastard picked up flying quicker than I did.”

“What’d you do?!”

Lucifer smiled at his child’s intense investment. “I practiced flying every day for five extra hours until I could do everything that Michael could do, just better.”

MC’s starry eyed interest died almost instantly upon hearing about the extra five hours of practice. “Humph, I bet I could outfly younger you and Michael with only two hours of practice a day.”

“Really now?”

“Yes! Watch!” MC shook off their wings and took off in a running start before shakily making it into the air. Their form was decent enough, and they weren’t shaking as much as the previous attempts. “SEE?!”

“Yes MC,” Lucifer smiled. “I can see.”

You know what else Lucifer could see? MC crashing right into a tree.

“Ouch...”

Okay... maybe they could halt practice a little early and order a treat from Madame Scream’s. A little sugar to refuel is needed when the end goal is crushing a mutual rival beneath their heels. Just some good old fashioned father/child bonding time!

MC has a smaller seat right next to Lucifer’s seat in the Assembly Hall. I will not compromise on this one.

For all your fluff needs, I give you: Lucifer teaching MC how to play the piano. He has a proud little smile on his face when his kid finally starts getting it. That’s all. Enjoy the image.

That one Uncle who gives you Alcohol at Family Gatherings (Mammon)

Yeah, when Mammon burst in late to the party and whining about everyone’s spamming him with texts to haul his scummy ass to the Assembly Hall, the last thing he expected was to see a mini-Lucifer.

“What the fuck am I lookin’ at?!”

The glare the two Lucifers gave the poor Avatar of Greed was enough to make him want to turn tail (uh, wing) and book it down the hall.

“Mammon, this is MC. They’re my child.”

“Hello.”

“...whaaaa..?” Mammon looked between the two, same glare, same intimidating aura, same annoyingly good posture.

Mammon scratched the back of his neck and looked over at his older brother. “Do I uh... still gotta babysit em’ if they’re not human?”

“The lake of Cocytus will melt the day I let you babysit without supervision.” Lucifer grumbled.

“I don’t need a babysitter!”

Despite Lucifer’s initial denial, Mammon and MC ended up spending a lot of time hanging out when Lucifer was busy with paperwork. Of course Mammon’s first thought was ‘how do I profit off this situation?’

MC is now Mammon’s designated babysitter after they caught him picking up their feathers that had fallen off with the intention of painting them white and claiming they were Lucifer’s from back in the Celestial Realm.

Mammon does end up spoiling MC a little. Just a smidge. They’re the kid of his totally not his favourite brother after all! How could he not? Whether or not these gifts are obtained legally or are legal at all is subject to scrutiny.

“Mammon, I can’t drink this!” MC placed the bottle of Demonus back on the counter of the kitchen.

“Why not? That’s a bottle of the good stuff! We gotta celebrate you gettin’ an A on that test somehow!”

“I’m underage! Incredibly underage. I’m not legally allowed to drink.”

Mammon wordlessly plopped a silly straw into the bottle. “...does that help?”

“No.” MC then inclined their head to the bottle. “And I don’t want to get hung from the ceiling, that bottle was in my father’s study yesterday, I’m above theft.”

“How old are you s’posed to be anyway? Never mind... uh...” Mammon wracked his brain for something else he could do for MC that didn’t cost anything (don’t judge him, the poor bastard was flat broke!). “I could... teach you to drive!”

“Driving?”

“Yeah! Drivin’ is awesome! We can take my car!”

The bills for the damages done to the car and the Devildom were mailed to Lucifer the next day, and MC and Mammon got to keep each other company as they hung from the ceiling. Ah well! At least MC wasn’t upside down!

Mammon wasn’t that good of a flight teacher either, he also crashed into a tree (the same tree MC crashed into, actually) when he was cheering for MC. They were finally able to do a loopdy loop! He was proud and distracted! Okay?! Lucifer! Stop smirkin’ at him! It’s not that funny!

At least the vantage point from the tree was decent and the branches didn’t scratch him up too badly. Oh hey... that person walking by was wearing a very nice watch... he’d be right back-

That Uncle That is Always Absent From Family Gatherings and When He is Present He Leaves Early (Levi)

He missed everything. That is not an exaggeration. He was in the middle of an online raid battle and couldn’t look at his phone! No Lucifer he can’t pause an online game! That’s not how it works!

Okay, the human exchange student is half demon? WOAH! THAT’S JUST LIKE THAT ONE ANIME- W A I T. THE LITTLE NORMIE IS LUCIFER’S KID?!

Okie doke, he was fully convinced that MC just had to be an anime protagonist.

They binged every series that Levi compared them to. Sure MC might have missed a few assignments because of late night anime binges, but they were too good for this school crap anyway, right?

Nope. Lucifer put a ban on the two watching anime until both their grades improved. Surviving that hell brought the two together.

“Ugh!”

The sound of a pencil case being haphazardly thrown across the room made Levi peek out of his bed-tub. If his figurines got knocked over so HELP HIM-

“This is stupid!!I shouldn’t have to catch up with this!” MC crossed their arms and gave their Demonology textbook their best disapproving glare.

Lucifer Lite (tm) was having a hell of a time trying to claw through their missed work, and Levi sympathized, he really did, it’s just... he was playing Animal Crossing-

Levi paused the game to placate his anime-buddy when their wings popped out and he feared for his rare merch’s safety.

“H-hey, MC? Do you need help?” Levi’s offer was met with a bone chilling glare that lived rent free in his nightmares ever since. He had pulled a Mammon and forgotten he was talking to Lucifer’s child. Lucifer’s allergy to help must have passed down to MC.

“No! I don’t! It’s just... dumb!” MC hissed, she turned and looked over at the fish tank. “Right Henry 2.0?”

Henry 2.0 did not respond.

“MC, you need to finish your homework or we can’t watch anything together,” Levi sighed, he had finished his work over an hour earlier. He had mastered the art of all night anime binges and managing to do most of his work in the fifteen minutes between the time he woke up and the time school was supposed to begin. “We haven’t even binged all of volume 4 of TSL yet!”

“Mmm...” MC grumbled. “Fine...”

MC picked up their pencil case and began continued their work. Levi breathed a sigh of relief and went back to Animal Crossing.

The tiny normie did in fact finish their work, only after they caved and asked Levi for help. Swore him to secrecy, they did... very intimidating, they were.

Just saying, he most definitely sent that one Keanu Reeves meme with big Keanu and little Keanu but with Lucifer and MC to the wrong group chat. Poor bastard.

Flying lessons? No. Levi hadn’t flown since his time in the Celestial Realm, he had no advice to give other than: “Flap your wings!”

“THAT’S WHAT I’M DOING YOU-”

MC didn’t get to finish that thought, they lost their balance and fell right into RAD’s fountain. Ah well, Levi had a head start on running for his life that he squandered by laughing at MC. RIP.

The Uncle/brother/whatever the fuck that Starts a Fight With Your Dad at the Family Reunion. (Satan)

Oh... another Lucifer? Eugh. Gross.

Satan gave the kid a wide berth when they first met. Everything the kid said or did ticked him off. “Tsk. Look at MC. Making an omelette. So annoying.” “Oh wow, MC vacuumed? Roll out the red carpet, we need to celebrate their existence!” “Look at them. Breathing. Disgusting.”

MC’s pride wouldn’t ever let them admit it but... they knew Satan didn’t like them, and it hurt their feelings.

“Shhhh,” Satan whispered into his backpack.

“Meow.” The backpack replied.

“I said shhhhh.”

The backpack did not reply after that, which was a good thing considering the little princet of the HOL was nearby.

“Satan?” They asked. “Who are you talking to?”

Satan coldly brushed past them as he made his way to his room. “No one you need to concern yourself with.”

When the little calico kitten was safe in his room, Satan quickly realized a mistake in his foolproof ‘sneak a cat into the house’ plan. He didn’t have any toys for the kitten, and he didn’t want his books getting scratched...

It was alright, he’d just rush out to the a store that sold cat things and rush back! Five minute trip tops!

Well when Satan got back the cat was no longer in the room. Oh dear. He discreetly tore apart the house looking for the poor little thing until he ended up finding it in the library, happily chasing around a loose feather being held up by MC.

“Oh, hello Satan.” MC chirped as the kitten batted it’s adorable little paws at the feather.

“My... my door was closed. Did you let the cat out?”

MC shrugged. “I heard meowing.”

Satan ran a hand through his hair and grumbled. Stupid smaller Lucifer. Stupid original Lucifer. Everyone sucked.

“Let me guess, you’re going to run to Lucifer and tell him all about the meowing and the rule breaking.”

MC shook their head and glared at Satan. “Of course not. I’ve already gotten way too attached to this little guy anyway. We’re co-parenting this kitten like mature adults.”

With some coaxing, Satan did sit down and play with the kitten, maybe MC wasn’t... so terrible.

The two watch Unsolved Mysteries together, that’s their show. “This guy did it.” “Satan, we’re two minutes into the episode-” “Trust me.”

Thirty minutes later.

“He did it.” “See MC, what’d I tell you?”

Lucifer did find out about the cat, but with enough pleading, MC and Satan managed to warm up the cold spot in Lucifer’s chest where his heart should have been. The cat’s name is Detective Toe Beans (or just Bean).

Satan can’t fly, he has a tail, but he did read up on wing anatomy and how flight actually works in demons, his advice would be good in theory, but it’s full of so much technical jargon that MC can’t understand it.

At least MC didn’t crash into something, they barrel rolled through one of the HOL’s windows. Good thing it was the window to their room. The broken arm still hurt like hell.

The Best Dressed Bitch Who Brings The Booze to The Reunion. (Asmo)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Lucifer’s kid was SO CUTE! A thousand pictures commemorating that adorable moment needed to be taken! Wait- Lucifer- GIVE BACK THE PHONE-

Asmo, surprise surprise, absolutely adores little MC! So cute! So small! He was just so excited to announce to all his Devilgram followers that Lucifer was finally a certified DILF.

That post disappeared five minutes after it was made but the damage had already been done.

Asmo made sure MC looked their best at all times, if they needed help talking to anyone? Asmo’s got their back!

Sure, maybe he’s a little pushy, but pushy’s a good thing sometimes, right?

“Asmodeus-”

“No, these shoes wouldn’t fit you...”

“Asmo-”

“No, not these ones either...”

“ASMODEUS.”

Asmo squeaked and jumped upwards, Geez Louise... little MC’s voice could sure be scary when they wanted it to be...

“I don’t need any fancy new shoes.” MC huffed, sitting up straighter in one of the chairs in Asmo’s room. “I thought this was supposed to be a sleepover.”

“Hmmm...” Asmo pouted. “Makeovers are an essential part of sleepovers... what’d you do with your human friends up in the human world that could possibly be better than a make-over?!”

MC began to list things off. “Ordered junk food, talked about people we hated, watched movies,”

“Greasy food is so bad for your skin...” Asmo cringed and shook his head violently. “But I’m totally down to watch a movie and bitch about people I hate!”

“Ah yes, human sleepovers, a tradition I never quite had the chance to enjoy.” Solomon said from Asmo’s bed. “Who are we bitching about?”

“Remind me what Solomon is doing here.” MC muttered as they sat down in front of Asmo’s TV.

“Because, I wanted to hang out with my two favourite humans.” Asmo cooed, reaching over and trying to pinch MC’s cheek, which they awkwardly dodged.

“Can we watch The Exorcist?” Solomon asked, propping his head up with his hands.

“Ew, no.” Asmo made a face at him. “That scene with the vomit? Hell NO.”

“Mm.” MC mumbled. Asmo turned to look at them.

“MC? Are you doing okay? You don’t look like you’re having any fun...”

“I’m fine.” MC grumbled.

Asmo pursed his lips, as much as it made his little narcissistic heart break, he nudged MC. “Why don’t you pick the movie, sweetie. I’m sure Solomon and I will like anything you pick!”

MC noticeably brightened. “Let’s watch Scream!”

The strangled noise that came from Asmo was... concerning, but to his credit, The Avatar of Lust held his tongue about his distaste for the movie, and the three slumber-party goers had quite the lovely time.

After the movie ended, MC went back to their room, sure it was a sleepover but their bed was right down the hall.

Good for Asmo and Solomon. Horny fuckers. We stan.

Asmo just claps and tries to cheer MC on when it comes to their flying lessons. (The idea that Asmo came up with to wear his cheerleader costume from the previous Halloween was immediately shot down by Lucifer)

“You’re doing wonderful, MC- WATCH OUT FOR THE POWER LINE!”

MC didn’t hit the power line, but Asmo’s scream of terror caused them to fall butt-first into a dumpster. Their injured tailbone served as a tragic memory of the incident.

Oh well, good thing Asmo had nice smelling soap to give that could mask dumpster-stink.

The Uncle that eats everything and tells you to eat your veggies while you angrily pick at your broccoli at the kid’s table. (Beel)

Lucifer... has a kid?! Beel choked on the cheetos he had snuck into the Assembly Hall when the kid’s wings popped out.

Oh wow, that’s nice :) maybe they can eat together. Belphie would probably like them.

Wait what is the gender neutral term for Niece or Nephew?

...Nibling? Uh... let’s not say that around Beel. We don’t need him to get hungrier and begin associating MC with nibbling on things.

The Underground Tomb incident probably went a little differently, but after all that nonsense, the two are closer than two peas in a pod!

Mmm... peas...

“Beel?” MC stepped into the Avatar of Gluttony’s room.

“Hi MC.” Beel was doing push-ups in the middle of the room, on the ground right beneath his head was a massive bowl of spaghetti that he bit into every time he completed a push-up. “Can you come stand on my back? I need the extra weight.”

“On your back?” MC padded closer. “Are you sure? It’s not going to hurt?”

“No, it’ll be okay.” Beel assured them. “Belphie and I did this all the time. Except Belphie is normally asleep.”

MC tentatively stepped onto Beel’s back. It was a balancing act to say the least, they eventually gave up on standing and ended up sitting cross legged between Beel’s shoulder blades.

“You did this with Belphegor?” MC asked.

“Yeah,” Beel sighed. “He was always too tired to exercise, but he’d let me bench press him sometimes...”

MC frowned and hugged their knees to their chest. Knowing full well that Beel’s twin wasn’t in the human world like Lucifer said was absolutely ripping them apart from the inside. Guilt felt just as rotten as their pride did when they were being belittled...

“Maybe you’ll see him again sometime soon.” MC whispered. “Maybe my father’ll come to his senses and let him come back down to the Devildom.”

Beel paused his push-ups for a brief moment, then nodded and went back to his eating exercising combo. “I hope so. He’ll like you, MC. I’m sure of it.”

MC nodded. “I... hope so.”

Beel’s a pretty decent flight teacher, but his wings are just so different from MC’s that it renders any tips he had next to useless.

“MC, maybe your wings aren’t flapping fast enough.”

“Beel, I appreciate the thought, but I’m not a hummingbird. Or a fly. I don’t need to flap my wings a million times a minute to stay afloat.”

Ah well, MC tried to take some of Beel’s advice, but their lower right wing cramped up and they ended up flying in circles until Beel was able to catch them. Ah well, better than the dumpster incident the previous week.

The Uncle That Passes Out in The Basement and You’re Not Allowed to Wake Him Up Even Though All Your Toys and Video Games Are Down There. He Also Picks a Fight With Your Dad’s New S/O Before He Passes Out. (Belphie)

Sitting in the attic was quite a drag, and this supposedly weak little human was quite the annoyance to try and call out to. It took a lot longer than expected, but when he heard little footsteps coming towards his prison, Belphegor nearly jumped with joy.

Oh... it... looked like Lucifer. Smelled like Lucifer. Stood like Lucifer. Quacked like Lucifer. Or... trilled..? Whatever sound a peacock made, this brat sounded an awful lot like Lucifer.

A... half-demon. Hmph. Belphie honestly thought Lucifer had actual standards. Not anymore, he guessed.

(Man I could fill a whole-ass fic with the Belphie betrayal thing, but for now let’s skip to post attic nonsense)

Okay so maybe MC wasn’t disgusting. They made a good nap buddy. It was cute when their wings came out when they were sleeping sometimes. Well... it was cute when they didn’t hit him in the face and make him wake up with his mouth full of feathers.

What Beel said had been true, Belphie made a good substitute when weights weren’t available, but Beel didn’t want MC to feel left out, so Belphie and MC ended up sitting on his back while he did push ups. MC once got bored and started playing Go Fish with Belphie on Beel’s back while he exercised.

Yes. MC is still a member of the Formerly-Anti-Lucifer League.

“Are you sure he’s not going to be too mad at us?” MC asked for the dozenth time that day. Detective Toe Beans was wrapped around their neck like a scarf (he had gotten so big!!!) while MC nervously sat in one of the Library chairs.

“Positive.” Belphie said with a toothy grin. “Besides, he’s like putty when it comes to you. Just give him your best puppy eyes and we’re not guilty on all charges.”

Putty..? Really..? Lucifer..? How strict was he before MC got there... they wondered.

“Sh! He’s coming!” Satan stuck his nose into a random book, it was the Oxford English Dictionary... and it was upside down.

Belphie pretended to pass out and MC decided that the best course of action was to stare deeply into their cat’s eyes. Yeah... that looked casual and not weird.

“Satan, MC, Belphie.” Lucifer nodded to the three of them as he walked towards the entrance to his study.

“Lucifer.”

“Afternoon, father.”

Belphie let out a cartoonishly loud fake snore that nearly caused both MC and Satan to break cover and start laughing.

Side note, Bean had adorable widdle eyes! That cute little face was just to die for-

“You three..!”

Belphie, Satan, and MC peeked their heads into Lucifer’s study, their handiwork was perfect. Everything was covered in red post it notes. Perfectly not harmful, but SO inconvenient!

“You’re all cleaning this up or so help me-”

“GO!” Belphie and Satan each grabbed one of MC’s arms (Satan also grabbed Bean) and sprinted out of the House of Lamentation. Maybe they’d move back there in twenty years... they hoped that Solomon and The Angels would let them crash at Purgatory Hall...

Belphie had used up his physical energy supply for the next four years. He passed out the moment they stepped into sanctuary. Time for a nap...

Flight practice? Ha. Belphie’s napping. Though, he was suspiciously awake and filming whenever MC did something stupid.

“Try not to suck so bad.”

“GO TO HELL BELPHIE!”

“I’m already there. Hell is every second I’m stuck here watching you fail.”

“YOU’RE GOING TO GET IT FOR THAT!”

Well... MC mastered the dive bomb that day. Lucifer bought them a cake.

Bonus! Your Dad’s New Husband! That Has Managed to Somehow Make Everyone Hate Him Despite the Fact That He’s A Cinnamon Roll. (Diavolo)

A mini Lucifer? A mini Lucifer!

Diavolo dotes on MC like he’d dote on his own kid. MC wants a crown? They’re getting a crown! A damn nice one too! MC wants a title? Here! MC is now... idk Ruler of the area between Majolish and Hell’s Kitchen.

Poor Uncle Mammon’s got some financial insecurity, he’s still the cool uncle... right?!

He is very much that ‘how do you do fellow kids?’ Meme.

He tries to do stereotypical ‘dad’ things but he’s not very good at them. Once he tried to host a barbecue...

Barbatos saved the day, but Mammon’s hair was still singed, Solomon’s cooking still gave Beel food poisoning (SOLOMON EATS TOXIC WASTE I SWEAR-), Luke still got hit in the face with a frisbee, and Simeon got an unhealthy dose of DAD NERVES and got so stressed everyone was almost blinded by the holy light he suddenly started blasting. We do not mention the water guns.

(Seriously whose bright idea was it to give Belphie and Satan water guns while they were in Lucifer’s presence?)

Praise Barbie. He’s too good for them.

“Um...” MC awkwardly held up the baseball, trying to look at it from all angles like it was a completely alien object. “Lord Diavolo... are you sure you want to play catch?”

Diavolo clapped his hands and bounced on the balls of his feet. “Yes! It’s a thing human fathers do with their children, correct? We must make up for lost time between you and Lucifer, right?”

Lucifer massaged his temples and nodded. “If you two would like to play catch...” Lucifer grimaced. “I will too.”

“Okay! MC, throw the ball to Lucifer!” Diavolo instructed.

Lucifer half heartedly held up his baseball glove as MC tossed him the ball. He caught it, and looked over at Diavolo, who was applauding like he just witnessed the greatest feat in sports history.

“Okay! Throw it to me!” Diavolo waved his glove in the air, Lucifer rolled his eyes and smiled. He threw the ball at Diavolo with... a lot of force. Enough force to probably dent steel... Diavolo caught it like it was nothing.

MC suddenly feared for their safety.

“Okay MC, catch!”

Diavolo threw the ball with enough force to break the god damn sound barrier. Well, maybe that was an exaggeration, but the ball sailed way over MC’s head and crashed right through a window.

“Oh my...” Diavolo put a hand on his hip and surveyed the damage to the window. “This isn’t so bad, I believe in human world TV shows this happens quite often. Look! The glass broke in a perfect circle!”

“Yay... property damage...” MC murmured.

Lucifer sighed and pulled out his DDD. “I’ll phone someone to replace the win-”

“Lucifer no! Now according to human world customs we must,” Diavolo took a deep breath, rushed forward, grabbed both Lucifer and MC’s hands and started sprinting away from the Demon Lord’s Castle. “RUN FOR IT!”

“Di- Diavolo!” Lucifer gasped.

“Who are we running from?! That’s your castle!” MC squeaked.

“I don’t know! Just run! That’s what the human TV show says to do!”

Weirdly enough, Diavolo was the best flight instructor. MC’s ability to fly increased tenfold after Diavolo found out that MC was learning to fly.

“You’re doing amazing MC! That was a perfect turn!”

“Thanks Lord Diavolo, I’m surprised I haven’t crashed into anyone or fallen yet!”

“Well, I highly doubt you’ll be crashing into anyone anymore, your flying is practically perfect now!”

Mammon proceeded to fly past them holding what looked like Lucifer’s wallet.

“M-mammon?!”

“Oh... I wonder what he’s doing. Look, MC! It’s Lucifer! Hello Lucifer dea-”

Lucifer ended up colliding with the two of them and sending them all crashing to the floor.

That was the last time MC fell during flying practice.

(We currently have a Go Fund Me set up for Mammon to get the funds necessary to flee the Devildom after that incident. Please donate to save- oh shit hi Lucifer-)

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A Triwizard Baby Part 1 - F.W

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Part 1 Fred Weasley x Fem Reader mini series

Requested/About: Best friends, Y/N and Fred Weasley share a night of passion together during the Triwizard Tournament, after that, everything changes and Fred can’t figure out why until the night of the final task. Y/N has the world on her shoulders, and Fred slowly finds himself losing everyone around him.

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A/N: the ages/school year has been adjusted so everything is legal.

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol, intoxication, drunk and unprotected sex, losing virginity.

It all started when the more outspoken, confident twin crashed into you on the Hogwarts Express in your first year at Hogwarts. Sure, you were upset, embarrassed, and annoyed, but when you looked up and realised who had swept you off your feet, you knew it wasn’t your brain messing with you - from that moment you had fallen for him; Fred Weasley.

After your first train ride, classes, and many more along the way, over the years, you and Fred became best friends, going through thick and thin together, sharing the worlds loudest laughs, best pranks, and even the biggest tears. Your tiny crush on him blossomed into something much more, a love that couldn’t stop growing and spread out of control, but you were sure that Fred didn’t feel the same, and as you became older, reaching the end of your years in the education system, Fred discovered other girls and sex, whilst you drowned yourself in the life of parties and bottles of fire whiskey.

Fred loves the parties, he loves fire whiskey too, but he loves the other girls and the sex in a different way because they feed his ego, and it helped take his mind off you and the fact he didn’t have the guts to pursue you.

You were labelled as the party-girl which every girl wanted to be and wouldn’t challenge to a drinking game if their gold was on the table, and Fred gained the title as the play-boy, who made every lad jealous and watch in envy as he never got rejected and could flirt with any girl he wanted.

You had to hear the stories of your best friend fucking your classmates, and how much they loved it, praising him and gossiping about how skilled he was with his fingers, tongue, and cock. You were jealous, and you didn’t want to admit it, but you couldn't invent your sex life to reach Fred’s rank - you had never had sex - you were a virgin through and through.

Sitting next to Fred on the edge of his bed in the hospital wing you shook your head, laughing at the state of him and his twin, George.

“I’ve got to say, you’ve got a magnificent beard.” You laughed, the sight of George being an old man funnier than you expected.

Fred smirked despite still being pissed off with George “I never knew you were into older men” he winked.

“Well, you never asked.”

George groaned out “get a bloody room, the pair of you!”

You rolled your eyes at him and pulled Fred’s pillow from under his head, causing him to slump down, you bashed George with his pillow, sticking your tongue out at him and pulling a face.

“Y/N, don’t encourage them!” Madame Pomfrey hurried over, retrieving Fred’s pillow “Out! Out!” she shooed you.

Standing up and put your hands up in defence “Alright! I’m going!”

Fred’s smirk turned into a grin, “Watch the first task with us?” he asked.

You nodded “with pleasure, I heard Bill is going to be there.”

And you weren’t wrong, the first task came within the blink of an eye, you were honoured to meet Bill in passing - more like a “Hello!” with an awkward wave, followed by “Goodbye!” and another awkward wave, but the dragons fascinated you, and Fred spent the majority of the task watching you instead of the Hungarian Horntail, Swedish Short-Snout, Chinese Fireball, and the Common Welsh Green. George had to keep reminding Fred that their money and future business was on the line.

During the celebration party as it got later in the evening, you and everyone else surrounded Harry, clapping and cheering as he lifted the golden egg infant of him, parading it around, all of you watching and waiting eagerly, encouraging him to open it in hopes that it could liven up the party - giving everyone an excuse to stay up late and continue drinking.

Fred and George lifted Harry up, propping his legs on either of their shoulders, their arms strapping him in so he was above the large and busy crowd.

“Knew you wouldn’t die, Harry.”

“Lose a leg.”

“Or an arm.”

“Pack it in altogether.”

“Never!”

Fred and George stopped heaving Harry into the air, Seamus begging for a clue, you stared at Fred, your eyes getting lost in the strands of his long golden hair, but you weren’t the only one - the girls behind you were fixating on him, whispering about his good looks and height.

You zoned out completely, the same jealousy and bitterness spreading through your veins, you had to talk to him, tell him you loved him, but how?

Harry opened the egg, bright light of gold broke out followed by loud screeching, breaking you out of your toxic train of thoughts, Fred and George dropping Harry and flinching like you and everyone else, covering your ears and begging Harry to shut it up.

“What the bloody hell was that?” Ron interrupted.

Fred huffed and shook his head “As if this party couldn’t get any worse.” he turned around and tried to flee to his dorm room, calling it a night and encouraging everyone to get to bed.

The two girls behind you who were salivating over Fred pushed past you and called him over, blushing and batting their eyelashes at him.

“We’re throwing a party of our own” she eyed him up as if he was something to eat “tonight doesn’t have to end on a downer.”

Her plan worked, instantly gaining Fred’s attention, he grinned and nodded “Wicked, can I bring someone along?”

“George is already invited” her friend replied, smirking at George.

“Can I bring someone else too, though?” Fred asked.

The girls exchanged looks with one another cautiously, but they didn’t want to let him down or uninterested him, “Of course! Who?”

Probably his friend Lee or some girl he’s fucking.

“Y/N!” Fred called out, smiling at you “You want to join this party with me?”

The girls glared at one another, muttering and swearing under their breaths to one another.

This is your moment, Y/N, don’t mess this up, shoot your shot.

“Yeah!” You smiled back, feeling honoured and slightly shocked “Yeah, sure!”

Once everyone had cleared off, you and your new group sneaked out of the common room and into Moaning Myrtle's territory, all the professors were either partying or fast asleep, even Mr Filch and Mrs Norris grudgingly had the night off.

The dark and grubby bathroom spun around whilst you got onto your knees, the cold tile floor making you shudder when coming into contact with your warm legs. The two girls smirked and sat down too, the shorter one pulling Fred to sit down next to her, her hand continuously placing itself on his knee, ticking you off.

“Well, since Y/N decided to drink her feelings, we’ve got an empty bottle and we could do with a game to lighten up the mood.” The shorter girl spoke out, causing Fred to give her a dirty look for calling you out.

“What is it then?” George asked “Pretty shit place for a party.”

“Careful” you hiccoughed “Don’t want to make Mrytle cry.”

“We’ve decided truth or dare, but with spinning the bottle. Whoever it lands on has to answer a truth, or accept a dare from the spinner.”

You rolled your eyes “Seems very... tween like of you.”

Fred laughed.

“You weren’t invited, so feel free to leave if this party isn’t good enough for you.”

You ignored her and played along anyway.

“George” she squealed “Truth or dare?”

George hesitated for a moment “Truth”

“Does Fred keep you up at night with all the girls he brings back?”

After what felt like an eternity, the bottle finally landed back and George, and he spun the bottle, causing it to land on you.

“Y/N, truth or dare?”

I swear if you ask me anything stupid -

“D-dare.” you hiccoughed again, trying to act bigger than your boots.

George stared at the two desperate girls and looked back at you “I dare you to snog my brother.”

Okay, I really wish I went for truth, what was I thinking? Bloody hell!

“Okay then” you replied nervously, crawling in the middle of the circle, Fred crawling over to you, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

Fred’s warm, large, gentle hands cupped your face, leaning in, his lips pressed against yours shocking both of you as if a spark had ignited, whilst you kissed back, your hands tangled in his long golden hair and the two of you were suddenly hit with the realisation of how in love with one another you actually were.

More students had caught wind of the lame party and livened it up, playing music and brightening the bathroom up with colourful moving lights, bringing more fire whiskey and encouraging everyone to dance.

Everyone around you watched as you and Fred continued to snog, his tongue dancing with yours, his cock starting to support a semi, everyone cheered aside from the two girls who felt as if they had shot themselves in the foot.

“Okay!” the girl called out again, trying to pull Fred away “Times up!”

but he didn’t want to stop, and neither did you, the memories you shared playing out in front of you.

“I’m sorry for crashing into you” he frowned, sitting next to you on the train “is your head alright? I can try and make the bruising go away.”

You couldn’t stay mad at him, you chuckled and shook your head “It’s okay but thank you for offering” you smiled.

His twin brother entered the carriage, “Fred-” he stared at you “what’s happened to you?”

“I wish you were coming with us” Fred sighed, grumbling to himself.

“Oh don’t be silly, you’re going on holiday!” you beamed “just make sure you take plenty of pictures, I’ve heard Egypt is lovely!”

“I’ll write to you and I’ll send the photos through the owl post if I’ve got enough time.”

“We’re supposed to be studying for our O.W.Ls!” you hissed at Fred, hiding your answers from him as he continued to make your stationary levitate and drop onto your head.

“Please take part in this prank, Y/N” he begged “I promise I won’t ask for anything ever again.”

“But you always do, Freddie!”

He stared at you, pouting and making puppy eyes.

“Fine” you sighed, giving in “Let’s go and do it then.”

Fred punched the air and grabbed you by the hand, pulling you away from your desk, the two of you smirking and giggling with excitement.

“I didn’t realise it would be this cold” you shivered, standing outside of Honey Dukes, snow falling from the sky and sticking to the pavement.

Fred pulled off his knitted jumper “Put this on love, don’t want you freezing now do we?”

The memories snapped away as Fred fell back, his arm in the girl's hand, you were desperate for more and opened your eyes, frowning that he had been dragged away for a dance with her, you watched as she wrapped her arms around his neck and his hands rested on her waist.

Getting off your now red cold knees and standing up, you downed some more fire whiskey from the first bottle you laid eyes on and decided to copy Fred - dancing with anyone who wanted you - grinding against them, having them hold you close and breathing down your neck, you had to admit, for someone who had never done this before, you were doing a pretty good job, almost as if you had done it before.

Fred couldn’t get you, the kiss, the feeling of your lips, tongue, and the replay of memories out of his head. Breaking away from the girl, he approached you as you pulled away from the tall Hufflepuff lad, finally reuniting with the love of your life. Almost instantly, Fred’s lips collided with yours, your hands back to being tangled in his hair and his hand squeezing your behind teasingly, alcohol on your breath and his.

“I want you.” you breathed, pulling away from the kiss “I want you to fuck me like you do everyone else.”

“I want you too” Fred replied, taking your hand and fleeing from the party.

After what seemed like a marathon, you finally burst into Fred’s empty dorm room, he shut the door behind him and locked it before kissing you passionately, lowering you onto the bed and taking your clothes off.

This was it, the moment you were craving for years on end, this was it, this was how you would be losing your virginity, this would be giving yourself to your best friend entirely.

But Fred had no idea that it was your first time, in his head, you were having just as much sex as him.

Fred couldn’t get over the sight of your naked body, your breasts, your tummy, your bum, your inner thighs, your exquisite crotch - you were the definition of perfect, he had forgotten about every girl he had ever seen naked at the sight of you, you were making him feel as if this was his first time all over again.

Fred sucked on your nipples whilst he stimulated your clit with his fingers, warming you up, the sensation of his warm tongue and mouth sent shivers of pleasure down your spine, and as nervous as you were, you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning as he played with your touch starved clit.

“Are you ready, Y/N?” Fred asked, pulling away from your breasts.

“Yes,” you breathed out, slurring slightly “I’m ready Freddie.”

Fred’s head, like yours, was also spinning. He stumbled and reached for the lube, applying it onto his length and then across your tight hole. Fred felt as if he had forgotten something, but the more he wracked his own brain, the more he couldn’t remember what he needed. He laid you on your back and climbed on top, lining himself against your entrance.

Looking at you one last time to make sure, you nodded, and he slowly pushed himself inside of you, stretching you out as your walls tightened around you. You winced as you experienced an entirely new feeling, Fred slowed down and stayed still inside of you so you could adjust to his size when you were ready to continue, Fred started to trust himself inside and out of you gently, holding your hand and kissing your head as you started to feel incredible pleasure, your soft moans spilling from your lips.

Fred couldn’t believe he had gotten so lucky, he was fucking - no - he wasn’t - he was making love to the most perfect girl in the world, someone he actually cared deeply for and had feelings for, you weren't a stranger, you were special, you weren’t temporary, you were soothing his aching heart - your absence was the cause, and your love - the medicine.

You watched as Fred’s hard cock slid inside and out of you, you admired his perfect body, the way he moaned and expressed the pleasure he was feeling through his facial expressions, you gripped onto his hand tighter as he picked up his speed and throbbed inside of you, you didn’t want this to end, you wanted to live inside this moment forever.

“My- My tummy feels tight” you panted, not knowing what was happening.

“Cum for me, Y/N.” Fred panted too “Don’t hold back.”

Oh, so that’s what that feeling means?

The pressure built up until it burst, you felt yourself explode as the pleasure became more intense, you relaxed and released, creaming down Fred’s length, your walls strangling him.

“Fuck!” Fred panted, the beads of sweat spreading across his forehead and back “I’m cumming baby!”

Baby.

“Y/N!”

Fred released his sperm deep inside of you without realising he didn’t have a condom on, you didn’t know whether he had put one on or not either, you didn’t know to ask or mention it, you were on birth control up until last week, you had to come off it due to the side effects and stress you under as your N.E.W.Ts approached.

Fred slowly pulled out and collapsed in your arms, the two of you holding one another, your eyes too heavy to stay open.

As you drifted off to sleep, your life was about to change forever.

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author: the high school track&field AU that no one asked for

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Lan Zhan likes to run.

He likes the simplicity of it. He likes the control.

From the depth of his breath to the length of his stride – whether he wins or loses, it’s really up to him and him alone.

Lan Zhan likes that.

He watches the track as he slows down from his cool down.

If pressed, Lan Zhan would admit that he likes the natural terrain of cross country over the strange rubber of the track, but he’s beginning to find that track has certain other appeals.

It’s fun to watch the other athletes, for one.

His brother on the pole vault, for example. The calm focus in his eyes as he runs. The graceful arc of his body as he flies above the bar. The split second of pure ecstasy that Lan Zhan can see on his brother’s face when he knows he’s made the jump – Lan Zhan never knew his brother could make that sort of expression. It makes him wonder what else he doesn’t know about his brother.

It’s fun to watch the sprinters as well. Everyone running on the track are called runners, but the type of running the sprinters do is foreign to Lan Zhan.

For Lan Zhan, running is like water. There’s rhythm – a smoothness – to it. For Lan Zhan, running is something to get lost in.

Not for the sprinters though. There is something violent about the way they run. The way the shoot out from the start and torpedo through the finish. There’s no time to get lost.

If Lan Zhan’s way of running is about holding onto control, sprinting is about losing it.

Lan Zhan watches Jiang Cheng tear down the track.

Jiang Cheng is the fastest sprinter in their school – probably in their entire prefecture actually. He holds the school records in the 100m and 200m and if sprinting if violence, there is no one more destructive than Jiang Cheng.

Lan Zhan’s a bit disgusted by it, really, if he thinks about it. Sometimes, he wonders why Jiang Cheng runs at all. As Lan Zhan sees it, there’s no joy in Jiang Cheng’s running. Even when he wins he seems dissatisfied.

So the mysteries of the track – the joy it brings his brother and the obvious dissatisfaction it brings Jiang Cheng – they are all part of the appeal that Lan Zhan is beginning to find.

The biggest mystery though…

The one Lan Zhan would never admit wondering about, even if pressed…

Lan Zhan squats down and stretches one leg forward. He tilts his head slightly towards his shoulder. From this angle, he can see his biggest mystery from the corner of his eye.

Wei Ying.

The boys’ cross country coach spent all of second year trying to convince Wei Ying to join the cross country team to no avail. Wei Ying said that long runs bore him.

Aside from Jiang Cheng, Wei Ying holds the fastest 100m and 200m times, but anything longer than 200m Jiang Cheng can’t even compete. (Sometimes Lan Zhan thinks that maybe that that’s why Jiang Cheng is always so dissatisfied.)

Lan Zhan knows Wei Ying doesn’t even like the sprints – he won’t run them unless someone is injured.

Wei Ying likes to run the 800m the best, and his time is so fast that the Olympic team recruits often come watch him.

Lan Zhan always likes to watch Wei Ying cross the finish line. He’ll come to the meet hours ahead of his race time just to watch Wei Ying.

Wei Ying sails through the end, the other runners far behind him, and when he crosses the finish, he always lets his arms swing back a little as he glides through.

It’s… beautiful.

If Lan Zhan was a little more stupid, he might admit that Wei Wuxian almost looks like he has wings in that moment. (He might admit that Wei Wuxian looks a little angelic - but he’s not stupid).

Lan Zhan knows more about Wei Wuxian than he’s comfortable admitting to, and it doesn’t help that Wei Wuxian probably only barely knows Lan Zhan even exists.

It doesn’t matter… Lan Zhan wouldn’t know what to do if Wei Wuxian noticed him anyway.

He brings his leg back in and turns to stretch the other side. He turns his head and keeps looking at Wei Wuxian from the corner of his eye.

Wei Wuxian is laughing brightly. Talking and laughing with the other mid-range runners.

He’s always surrounded by people. Always bright and happy and having fun… and that’s why he’s Lan Zhan’s biggest mystery.

Because the way Wei Wuxian runs is very…

Lonely.

Wei Wuxian’s steps are light and his strides are long and his breathing is always under control. But he doesn’t seem lost like Lan Zhan.

Or…

Maybe he’s lost, but he’s lost in a different way than Lan Zhan.

Running is a quiet place for Lan Zhan. An easy question with an easy answer. The one place Lan Zhan can’t be found lacking in effort or ambition or any other strange standard his uncle’s set for him.

It doesn’t seem to be a quiet place for Wei Ying.

Maybe Lan Zhan doesn’t know as much as he thinks he knows about Wei Ying, or maybe he’s seeing things that aren’t there, but when Lan Zhan watches Wei Ying run…

It looks like he’s searching for something.

(As beautiful as Wei Ying is when he crosses the finish line, he doesn’t smile when he wins either.)

Lan Zhan stands as Wei Ying walks past him.

He knows it’s silly, but he feels himself hold his breath a little – stand a little bit straighter. He does his best not to let his eyes follow Wei Ying as he walks past.

He would be mortified if Wei Ying found out that Lan Zhan paid him any attention at all.

Lan Zhan stays that way for a few seconds as Wei Ying walks farther and farther away from him. The shoulder that Wei Ying walked past feels a little bit hotter than the rest of his body. There’s a strange tingling in his back at the thought that maybe Wei Ying might have looked back at him.

He feels foolish, but also strangely satisfied with himself. It feels like a little achievement that he’s gone another day without letting Wei Ying know that Lan Zhan... knows anything about him at all.

It’s maybe creepy and strange but hiding his creepy and strangeness feels like an achievement so Lan Zhan decides to be satisfied with that.

He starts walking towards the bleachers to wait for his brother to finish practice, when he feels a hand on his shoulder.

“Lan Zhan!”

Lan Zhan turns, quickly brushing the hand off his shoulder before looking at the face of his assailant.

He knows it’s not possible, but his heart feels like its stopped in his chest.

“Ow,” Wei Ying says shaking the hand that Lan Zhan slapped away. “No – don’t apologize. It’s my fault, I surprised you.”

Lan Zhan hadn’t made any movement or sound close to an apology at all but…

“It’s Lan Zhan, right?” Wei Ying asks, his brows furrowing at Lan Zhan’s continued silence.

“Mn,” Lan Zhan finally says with a nod. He feels a little bit panicked. He feels like maybe Wei Ying read his mind and came to ask him to stop stalking him so much. He feels like if he gives any more information Wei Ying might find out everything and…!!!

“I’m Wei Ying!” Wei Ying says brightly, uselessly - because could there be anyone in the entire school that could possibly not know him? – “We’re actually in the same year, but I’m in class 3.”

Lan Zhan just nods again, because this still feels dangerous and he doesn’t want to give any more information than he has to.

Wei Ying doesn’t seem at all put off by Lan Zhan’s continued silence. “Me and some of the other guys on the team were going to go to the pool hall to hang out after – I just wanted to see if you would want to come with us.”

It’s too much.

It’s really too much.

Wei Ying knowing his name is too much. Wei Ying saying his name is too much. Wei Ying inviting him out is too much.

Lan Zhan really…

Lan Zhan takes a step back. “Mid-term exams are next week and the pool hall is an improper place for runners to… hang out at… there’s too much smoke.”

Wei Ying’s eyes go a little big and round at Lan Zhan’s answer.

Lan Zhan wants to hide in a hole. He feels like the biggest loser in the world and oh gods, Wei Ying is going to think he’s the biggest xueba in the planet. Wei Ying is probably regretting even trying to talk to Lan Zhan. He probably regrets even knowing Lan Zhan’s name. Oh gods…

Wei Ying is quiet for a few seconds…

And then suddenly…

He breaks out in a huge smile and he… laughs…

Lan Zhan feels embarrassment crash over him in waves. He moves to walk past Wei Ying. He doesn’t want to be laughed at – even if the person laughing at him is beautiful and fast and…

“Oh please don’t get it wrong,” Wei Ying says, quickly grabbing Lan Zhan’s wrist so he can’t walk any further. His words are still decorated with laughter. As much as Lan Zhan hates it, he can’t help but find it… charming. “I’m not laughing at you – promise. I’m not!”

Lan Zhan doesn’t move. He doesn’t make any noise. He looks at Wei Ying’s face out from the corner of his eye and he finds that Wei Ying’s face is open and honest…

“I didn’t… say anything funny,” Lan Zhan says.

“Yeah,” Wei Ying agrees warmly, “But it was funnier because I knew you didn’t mean to be funny.”

The waves of embarrassment ebb a bit.

“What was so funny?” Lan Zhan asks.

Wei Ying scrunches his nose a little, as he shrugs his shoulder to one side. “I can’t really explain it,” he says, “It’s just funny to hear someone my age saying that something is improper.”

Lan Zhan tries (and fails) not to stare at the way Wei Ying’s nose scrunches. It’s cuter than Lan Zhan ever imagined and Lan Zhan wants to… save it to his memory…

He shakes his head a little to clear his mind and he pulls his hand away from Wei Ying’s.

“That’s… boring,” Lan Zhan says.

Wei Ying smiles widely again. His eyes are prettier up close, Lan Zhan thinks. “I’ll find something fun next time,” Wei Ying says, “I’ll find a proper place to hang out so you have to hang out with me then, okay?”

He’s off before Lan Zhan can even respond.

Lan Zhan watches him as he runs towards his waiting group of friends. He feels little bit like he might’ve been run over by a truck. He feels more tired from this short interaction than he did from his practice.

He watches Wei Ying runs through the exit and out of the track.

Wei Ying crosses the threshold like it’s a finish line.

Both his arms swing back a little, his head tilts up slightly.

Lan Zhan knows it’s not possible, but his heart stops in his chest.

#mdzs #the untamed #wangxian #wei wuxian #lan wangji #literally i have no idea why this happened #my arms have literally been too tired to type anything lately #but i hope this little thing will be the catalyst so i can start writing again this week lol #happiness always comes back around!#i always make highschool lan zhan this little anxious xueba and i just love that for me lol

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Welcome Home | Chapter Eight

Chapter Title: Wild One 8/? Wattpad

"Arthur wants you to what?" Dutch demands as he paces in front of his tent. There's a vein in his forehead that probably makes him self-conscious. You figure it's best not to mention it.

"He wants me to help rescue Sean," you say from where you lounge on a tree stump. A butterfly floats toward your face, and you absently reach out for it. "Sounds like a good time."

The butterfly lands on your finger, tickling your skin as it walks. You watch its wings flutter with the soft breeze. Meanwhile, Dutch is talking, talking, talking. You've come to realize he does that a lot.

"Y/N." He massages his temples. "You're not listening, are you?"

"Hm?" You wiggle your finger so the butterfly does a little dance.

Dutch sighs. If it's one thing you enjoy more than, well, being in the past, it's annoying him. Smiling, you let the butterfly fly away and turn to face Dutch completely. He's watching you, expression stern and undeniably fatherly. It takes all you have not to roll your eyes.

"I can't stay cooped up in camp for forever," you say. "I'm gonna go crazy."

There's a brief moment where Dutch looks like he's considering this, but then he shakes his head.

"These ain't O'Driscoll's you'll be dealing with, Y/N." He gives you another stern look. "They're bounty hunters. They ain't dumb."

Neither am I, you think, but instead blurt out: "I killed an O'Driscoll, ya know. I can handle myself."

Had Dutch been smoking a cigar, it would have dropped from his mouth. He gapes at you, and you mentally kick yourself for letting that slip. Right. Arthur hadn't told him about Six Point Cabin... well, all of it, anyways.

"When did that happen?" Dutch demands.

You chew your lip. "Uh..."

"No no," he holds his hands up. "Don't tell me. I don't want to know."

Dutch goes quiet for a moment, debating with himself. You watch him, hoping you know what's going to come next.

"For rescuing Sean," he eventually says, "you stay right by Arthur. If I find out you so much as left his sight, so help me, I'll shoot you both."

You grin. "Okay."

"Understood?"

"Yep."

At that, Dutch seems satisfied. After giving you one long, long look, he sighs and walks off, muttering something under his breath that you don't quite catch. You smile to yourself. Another win in your direction.

Fifteen minutes sees you bored as all hell. As it turns out, you're not going to be rescuing Sean for another day or so, which means you have too much time on your hands. When that happens, you get twitchy. Boredom was awful in your time, and it's awful now.

You heave a sigh and sit down on a tree stump. Everybody else in camp has their own stuff to do. It seems like, once again, you're the odd one out.

But then you spy Arthur hauling haybales to the horses. Instantly sitting up straighter, you watch as he lifts them effortlessly, as if they weigh nothing and not a thousand pounds each. You wonder what it would be like for him to life you like that. The thought makes you smile. Arthur Morgan: the man with the strongest arms and the softest heart.

"—Y/N?"

You barely stifle a shriek and leap up from the tree stump. How and when Arthur came to stand by you, you don't know, but he's there now. And he's watching you, clearly waiting for a response.

"Uh," you stammer. "What'd'ya say?"

"I asked if you're okay," he says. "You were staring off into space."

You try not to look guilty. "Guess I was just daydreaming."

Arthur gives you a smile. "Must've been some dream," he tells you.

You think back to him hauling the haybales and find yourself grinning despite everything.

"It was," you eventually murmur. Then, blushing furiously, you amend: "But hey: dreams are dreams."

There's a mortifying moment where you think he's going to press for more, but luckily, Arthur just shrugs and lets it go. You sigh in relief as he walks away. The last thing you need is for him to figure out, well, everything.

Turning around, you head for Pearson's wagon to help out with the dishes, only to mow over Abigail, who's doing the same.

"Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry," you stammer as you help her up from the ground. "I was so distracted. Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry."

"Y/N," she interrupts with a laugh, "I'm fine. You don't gotta apologize so much."

"Sorry." You kick yourself. "I mean... okay?"

Abigail laughs again and steers you toward Pearson's wagon. "What's on your mind? You've been acting funny all day. Well..." she smirks, "funnier than usual, anyway."

You think back to your conversation with Arthur and glance over to where he's saddling Florence for a ride into town. If you're honest with yourself, he's what's on your mind... has been for a while.

You look away. No need to do or say something stupid.

"Nothing," you lie. "Just trying to adjust to the past, I guess."

Abigail raises an eyebrow. "You're a terrible liar, you know."

"I'm not lying."

A grin lights up her face as she apparently connects the dots. Giving you a look to rival all looks, Abigail says: "You fancy Arthur, don't you, Y/N?"

You feel your cheeks heating up again. If Abigail can see through you so easily... can Arthur?

"Your secret's safe with me," she reassures when she sees your expression. "And don't worry: Arthur's pretty oblivious when it comes to this sort of thing."

You try your best not to look over as Arthur leaves camp. There's just something about him... you can't really say for sure what it is. Honestly, don't want to try; the mystery is almost the best part.

"Thanks," you tell Abigail. And you mean it.

She smiles gently at you and guides you toward Pearson's wagon again. "Don't mention it."

With the two of you working together, you manage to finish the dishes in under a half hour. Pearson thanks you, then mentions that the camp could use some more supplies. Thinking back to your last hunting trip, you shrug. There aren't any bears around Horseshoe Overlook, so really, the worst that can happen is you just get lost.

Then again... maybe a fishing trip by the river might be a better idea. Guns still freak you out. Not only that, but you haven't watched enough survival shows to know how to make snare traps and whatnot. Besides: if it's you versus a wild animal, you have a pretty good idea who'll win.

You don't really feel like asking anyone to come with you, so you borrow a fishing pole from Pearson and head down to the river. It's quiet, certainly quieter than the future. As you cast out, you find yourself thinking about your own time. It's been at least a few months since the Van Der Linde gang found you, a few months since you magically appeared in the Grizzlies. You don't remember how you got there. Hell, you don't remember what you were doing in the moments leading up to it, either. One minute, you were in your own time, the next... you weren't.

It's... odd, all things considered. Every problem you had in the future seems so far away. And you suppose they are. Over a century's worth of distance (if time can be measured that way), and here you are, fishing—fishing—at a river you're not even sure exists in your time.

You shake your head. You'll give yourself an existential crisis at this rate, and that won't help anybody. Plopping yourself down in the mud, you settle down to wait however long it takes for a fish to take the bait.

You can't help but wonder who's really in control of whom.

A/N: Short chapter, but I wanted to get this story updated. I know it's been a while, but I want to thank everyone who's stuck with me. Means a lot. I'm hoping I can get back to a weekly update, probably every Sunday.

Inspired Music: Green Day | Wild One

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